Oh, where have you been, my
blue eyed
son?
Oh,
where have you been, my
darling young one?
I’ve
stumbled on the side of
twelve misty mountains
I’ve
walked and I’ve crawled on
six crooked highways
I’ve
stepped in the middle of
seven sad forests
I’ve been
out in front of a
dozen dead oceans
I’ve been
ten thousand miles in the
mouth of a graveyard
And it’s a
hard, and it’s a
hard, it’s a
hard, and it’s a
hard
And it’s a
hard
rain’s a gonna
fall
Oh,
what did you see, my blue
eyed
son?
Oh,
what did you see, my
darling young one?
I saw a
newborn baby with wild
wolves all around it
I saw a
highway of diamonds
with nobody on it
I saw a
black branch with blood
that kept drippin’
I saw a
room full of men with
their hammers a bleedin’
I saw a
white ladder all
covered with water
I saw
ten thousand talkers
whose tongues were all broken
I saw
guns and sharp swords in
the hands of young children
And it’s a
hard, and it’s a
hard, it’s a
hard, and it’s a
hard
And it’s a
hard
rain’s a gonna
fall
And
what did you hear, my blue
eyed
son?
And
what did you hear, my
darling young one?
I heard
the sound of a thunder,
it roared out a warnin’
Heard
the roar of a wave that
could drown the whole world
Heard
one hundred drummers
whose hands were a blazin’
Heard
ten thousand whisperin’
and nobody listenin’
Heard
one person starve, I
heard many people laughin’
Heard
the song of a poet who
died in the gutter
Heard
the sound of a clown who
cried in the alley
And it’s a
hard, and it’s a
hard, it’s a
hard, and it’s a
hard
And it’s a
hard
rain’s a gonna
fall
Oh,
who did you meet, my blue
eyed
son?
Who
did you meet, my darling
young one?
I met a
young child beside a
dead pony
I met a
white man who walked a
black dog
I met a
young woman whose body
was burning
I met a
young girl, she gave me
a rainbow
I met
one man who was wounded
in love
I met
another man who was
wounded with hatred
And it’s a
hard, and it’s a
hard, it’s a
hard, and it’s a
hard
And it’s a
hard
rain’s a gonna
fall
Oh,
what’ll you do now, my
blue eyed
son?
Oh,
what’ll you do now, my
darling young one?
I’m a
goin’ back out ‘fore the
rain starts a fallin’
I’ll
walk to the depths of the
deepest black forest
Where
the people are many and
their hands are all empty
Where
the pellets of poison are
flooding their waters
Where
the home in the valley
meets the damp dirty prison
Where
the executioner’s face is
always well hidden
Where
hunger is ugly, where
souls are forgotten
Where
black is the color, where
none is the number
And
I’ll tell it and think it
and speak it and breathe it
And
reflect it from the
mountain so all souls can see it
Then
I’ll stand on the ocean
until I start sinkin’
But
I’ll know my song well
before I start singin’
And it’s a
hard, and it’s a
hard, it’s a
hard, and it’s a
hard
And it’s a
hard
rain’s a gonna
fall
